I think, at least I really hope, that Kitty had a wonderful third birthday.
It felt a little bit like Christmas in some ways; the excitement building in the week and days beforehand (and that’s both parents and daughter) as invitingly noisy parcels started to arrive in the post or at the front door, only to be squirrelled away she knew not where in anticipation of the big day.
There were the discussions about birthday breakfast (Mickey Mouse waffles and “bluebellies”), birthday lunch (pork pie and olives) and birthday supper (sausages), a special trip to the supermarket to choose the cake she took to nursery today (Disney Princess traybake) and of course, her birthday cake itself (“Peenk! And Purple!”). And when H took Friday afternoon off work and we all headed to the park for a little photoshoot and a lot of playing pirate ships, her joy was complete.
We showed her her video, and as the first picture scrolled she turned to me with awe;
“It’s me! And that’s me too!”
She sat transfixed. I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction.
Saturday morning started with smiles all the way from Devon as my sister and her family showed Grandpa exactly why he really really should buy some sort of a device with facetime on it (hint hint Dad) when they called us to send their love and Happy Birthdays, and we discovered, not for the last time that day, that Miss Kitty, outgoing in so many things, will hide in my shoulder if anyone other than Mama and Daddy sings Happy Birthday to her!
H’s parents came to spend a couple of hours with us, and the power of the interwebs also brought her lovely godmother all the way from London to our lounge, followed by her aunt from Scotland a few hours later. I love that even though our family is so widespread we all get to be there in virtual reality to celebrate together; peeking through little windows into each others’ worlds.
We’d covered the lounge floor with pink and purple balloons, and she was so distracted by checking out which ones had princesses on, and booting them up into the air where they drifted to land around a bemused Elma that it took her a little while to notice that one of the armchairs had grown a pile of presents overnight.
But not that long…!
The little camera bag is Mama-made, as is her birthday dress, and they deserve a post of their own sometime. H had found a Doc McStuffins doctor’s set which she couldn’t get out of the box fast enough, and has been carrying around with her ever since; I’ve never had so many check ups in such a short space of time in my life but I’m happy to say that my “heart-beep” is good, and my eyes and ears have been given a clean bill of health.
And thanks to some fabulous recommendations from my fellow What We’re Reading bookworms and her Grandpa’s excellent taste in literature, we now have a wonderful pile of new stories to explore.
At teatime we unveiled the cake; lemon sponge layers with purple buttercream, pink lemon icing and a scattering of pink hearts, all topped off with fairies from a cupcake decorating set my sister gave me years ago, and that all important number 3.
It was (and is) delicious, even if Madam has a tendency to consume rather more icing and rather less cake than her mother might prefer.
To run off all of that sugar, and for a little fresh air all around, we drove down to one of Kitty’s favourite playparks just before supper, and the late afternoon sunshine, and the relative emptiness of a park that late in the day put the seal on a wonderful day.
Both girls took turns on the swings, and Kitty was off climbing cargo nets, running across bridges and scooting down the slides, before home for supper, bath, several new stories, and bed.
It was a simple birthday, no big party with a big fanfare, and aside from the presents and cake, not even that different from our normal family Saturday. But somehow it seemed a perfect fit for my newly three year old; a day filled with her choices and enjoyed by us all.